St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-11-14
AT THE GRAVE.
Some of the Anarchist Orators
Excite the Crowd.


chill to the raw wind wailing through
the telegraph wires that an hour later
would be carrying over the world the
bitter words so soon to be spoken. A
band with crimsOn-faced uniforms led
the way with the most mournful
dirge of the day, down past the Omi-
nOusly rustling leaves of grove of oak
trees. High on the shoulders of their
one-time associates were the black cof-
fins of the anarchists, each half hidden
by draping of flaming red. On either
side of the road for the first quarter of a
mile were ranged long lines of people
| just as in the city streets. Approach
ing the huge, unsightly red brick gate,
however, there was scarcely human
being to be seen outside the Or
CARNATIONS following the coffin.
When the five corpses were once
was heard tolling, but in a quick, agi-
tated manner that reminded many of
the name of Parsons fierce mOuthpiece,
| the Anarchist Alarm. The uncanny
sound had hardly ceased when the cOf-
| fins were brought to a stand-still and
laid upon rude platform in front of
what seemed a rough stone hut, per-
fectly windowlesS and with only one
small door. A moment later a person
who had followed the coffins to this
point
COULD NOT STIR A FOOT,
| in any direction, so thick had the crowd
| become. The relatives of the dead men
were quickly gathered beside Capt.
| Black on the platform, but in the
! gathering darkness the only features
that could be discerned were the gleam-
ing eyes of Parsons wife. the pale,
agonized brow of Nina Van Zandt, and
| the grOss-lOoking form of Ida Friedel,
Louis Lingg's "girl." Without any
preliminarieS whatever Capt. Black
began the first of the funeral oratiOns.
1t was couched in clear-cut, elegant
| periods, but had no more effect on the
listeners than had the Inscriptions on
| the gravestoneS scattered about. He
said:
"What is truth? Through eighteen
centuries and more the answer of that
loyal, that glorious one of Nazareth to
that question was in these words: Il
am TRUTH And no man knows truth
until it has become the inspiration of
his life and he is crowned in death.
| These men have kept loyal to the con-
victions that entered into their lives.
am not here this afternoon to speak to
you any special words concerning the
cause for which these men lived nor
| concerning the manner of their taking
off, but to speak to you like friend, to
tell you that that cause which COM
manded their services was sealed at last
by their lives, with unstinted measure
for the sake of
THOSE THEYLOvED.
"YOu know how grandly they passed
| out of this life into the perfect and glo-
riOus life that is beyond the reach of
misjudgment. We are not here beside
the caSketS of felOnS consigned to an
| ignominiOus death. We are here beside
the bodies of those who were sublime in
their seif-sacrifice and for whom the
| gibbet became fhe glorious cross. They
have been painted and presented to the
world as men loving violence and riot
and blOodshed for its own sake.
Nothing could be further from
the truth. They were men who
loved peace, whose hearts were full
of tenderness, who were loved by those
who kdew them, trusted by those who
came to understand the glory and power
of their lives. And the anarchy of which
they spoke and taught. what was it but
an attempt to answer the question: AFTER
the revolution what? They believed
that there was that of wrong and hard
|
to conflict, because they believed that
selfishneSs would not surrender peace
ably and of it's own motion to righteous
ness; and the whole of their thought, of
their philosophy as anarchists, was the
establishment of an order of society that
should be symbolized in the words
ORDER WITHOUT FORCE
Is it practical? L know not They
thought it was. | know that it is not
practical now. But | know also, as a
Inspiration of love, that day will come
when righteousness shall reign the
| earth and when sin and selfishneSs shall
end"
| Capt. Black ended his address by
| reading poem, reciting the virtues of
the deceased and lauding anarchy. The
| verses were written by some one un-
known to him and handed him on the
train. He was followed by Robert Reit-
eel, of Detroit, who spoke in German,
and had only said one sentence when he
| had reused the crowd from their leth-
argy and stirred the spirit that shone
| out so luridly in the meeting at the Hay
market. He said:
"Friends, | came here with the in
tention of making a charge, not against
| the people who to-day in their churches
are thanking God for his just verdict,
nor against the hangman whom they
call sheriff, nor against the jury, the
| Judge. nor the states attorney, but
against the wOrkingmen of Chicago, be-
cause they allow five of their best men
to be murdered in their midst. Sensa-
| ton and cries of 'bravO.1 But every
body is not heroic spirit like Louis
Lingg, who felt that in such moments
the instincts of self-preservation would
have been cOwardice in fight against
a society that is based upon robbery and
sustained by murder. Renewed yelling
by the crowd.] cannot say more than
that they died for justice"
A VIOLENT HARANGUE.
T. ]. NJ organ, local socialist leader
| of E nglish birth, made violent har-
angue, which excited comments from the
crowd. He said there could be nothing
but contempt for the law which hung
the anarchists. Here was the moment
when one excited listener shouted :
Throttle the law" Morgan spoke in
the most bitter terms of Inspector Bon
field, States Attorney Grinnell and
Judge Gary and referred sneeringly to
1.-The spread eagleism of the Ameri-
can Fourth of July ObScuring the minds
of the people," Part of the listeners
did not relish his remarks, and when he
asked how the wrongs of the working
class could be righted. many shouted,
by the ballots" There was no
counter outbreak, the majority of the
spectators listening in dead silence and
gazing steadfastly at the coffins. The
last speech was in German by Albert
Curtin, formerly of the Arbeiter Zeit-
ing. He scarcely got start when
| Cont Rla0R ctnnnQ6 fn tho front and
laid his hand on the speakers arm. 1t
was now pitch dark in the graveyard
and the people were being wrought up
to high tension of excitement by the
oratory and the surroundings. Capt.
Black gave the word that the ceremo-
MES would now be considered closed.
There was a movement showing the